Bro, that shit wack
I'm about to think of some completely different shit
I'm from outer space, I'm a muthaf*ckin alien
And I got my nigga, got a cousin his name Sabrien
Yeah you know these bitches always tryna f*cking raise their voices
But I still leave that
Tell me why
Why these bitches always tryna raise they f*cking voices
Still I hit that pussy and leave it the moistest
Yeah you know my nigga named Moises
And I took his bitch, f*cked her good and exposed her
Damn, that's so f*cked up but I had to get my closure
Yeah you know I f*cked up, yeah you know I had to hoe her
Yeah you know I gotta blow up
Blowing on my dreadlocks
Cause they f*cking wet from getting washed
Yeah you know I'm set banging
Damn
Guess I'm set banging
She gone suck on my dick
We get wet, dang it
I wet my bed, we got wet, dang it
Tell that hoe don't sweat sweat sweat, baby
Threat threat threat threat, bang it
I am high in demand
You know I'm Heisman
Hitting that bih' with a fandom
So she is my fan now
Yeah I got her ran, now
Yeah I got her rammed out
Am I lying?
Yeah that pussy so pink
I hope it's never lime green
Cause that shit would mean
It's f*cking stricken with STDs
I can't f*ck with that hoe if she got STDs
Yeah
But I came back again
AP alert, splurgin'
That's a bank roll coming in
Taking her in
Take off her clothes
Getting her wet again
And dosido be hittin'
And I know that I'm split
Yeah, and it's good riddance now
Cause I'm getting the bands
Stand alone with my niggas my mans
Manned up, flex gang, nigga I'm in
Know what I'm saying?
Aye, taking no breaks
You know I can't yet
Chanting
That I'm a rapper
Yeah, you know I'ma wrap it
'Fore I go f*ck and I know I'ma smack her
Yeah these diamonds dance
These niggas they looking like Matt Jackson
I don't even know what I'm rapping
And I'ma tackle her
Bullet
Flame the wood up